John Green

What the hell is instant? Nothing is instant. Instant rice takes five minutes, instant pudding in an hour.

He was a dying man looking down on the surgeons trying to save him.

His problems are so huge that your problems can just hide behind them.

He'd fought hard, Lida told me, as if there was another way to fight.

So you've been gone a couple days,' Alison said. 'Hmm, what'd you miss...A celebrity did drugs. Politicians disagreed. A different celebrity wore a bikini that revealed a bodily imperfection. A team won a sporting event, but another team lost.' I smiled. 'You can't go disappearing on everybody like this, Hazel. You miss too much.

You spend your whole life stuck in the labyrinth, thinking about how you'll escape one day, and how awesome it will be, and imagining that future keeps you going, but you never do it. You just use the future to escape the present.

Like they just wanted to enjoy The Gus Waters Show while it was still in town.

Losing you're co-remember meant losing the memory itself.

Both my parents are therapists, which means that I am really goddamned well adjusted.

There comes a time when we realize that our parents cannot save themselves or save us, that everyone who wades through time eventually gets dragged out to sea by the undertow - that, in short, we are all going.

Patients are almost always preceded by their parents, because no matter how fast an ambulance can drive, terrified parents can drive faster.

How you matter is defined by the things that matter to you. You matter as much as the things that matter to you do.

Physical intimacy isn__ and can never be an effective substitute for emotional intimacy.

Everyone wanted me to feed them that story__arkness to light, weakness to strength, broken to whole. I wanted it, too.

It__ so weird, to know you__e crazy and not be able to do anything about it, you know? It__ not like you believe yourself to be normal. You know there is a problem. But you can__ figure a way through to fixing it. Because you can__ be sure, you know?

All right. The snow may be falling in the winter of my discontent, but at least I've got sarcastic company.

We are literally in the heart of Jesus," he said."I thought we were in a church basement, but we are literally in the heart of Jesus.""Someone should tell Jesus," I said. "I mean, it's gotta be dangerous, storing children with cancer in your heart.

Where do you come up with these zingers, Clint? Do you own some kind of joke factory in Indonesia where you've got eight-year-olds working ninety hours a week to deliver you that kind of top-quality witticism? There are boy bands with more original material.